Michael moved.
The angelic armor channeled light into his muscles, his bones, every fiber of his being, and what emerged was velocity that made his previous movements look like slow motion.
He rushed Karacus.
The dragon-kin's instincts screamed at him to move. He lunged to the right, frost erupting from his feet to create a sliding platform that accelerated his dodge. Fast. For anyone else, it would have been fast enough.
Michael was faster.
His light sword traced a horizontal arc through the air, the blade leaving a trail of golden afterimages. Karacus raised both scaled arms to block, dragon hide reinforced with mana density and frost enhancement.
CLAAAANG.
The sound was obscene. Metal on metal, but deeper, resonating through Karacus's bones. The force lifted him off his feet and sent him flying backward through two walls.
BOOM. CRASH.
